#all platonic

[definii]

Another one of his habits. Touch and Affirmation

#dogday #poppy playtime #deep sleep #y/n #this is not a ship btw #all platonic #my art

[python333]

task force 141 reacting to [reader] clinging to them — python333

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synopsis just as the title says bb!! just some headcanons of the boys reacting to the reader clinging to them and basically following them around like a lost puppy!

relationships platonic!tf141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

warnings written in 2nd person pov [you/your/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], non-scottish reader [or could be read as scottish with less of an accent], probably ooc :{

note this is so. self indulgent. BUT i need to get my thoughts out rn about these boys because its too much to contain my silly little brain won't let this go and i need to just hdjhsdfjdhj. if anyone wants to request something for me to write pls do it because this is the only thing thats gotten me out of my writers block.

JOHN "BRAVO SIX" PRICE

➥ i honestly don’t even think he’d notice at first.

➥ about a week after you’d gotten to know everyone on the team and started to get used to their quirks, you decide your target to cling onto is gonna be price… because why not?

➥ when i say cling i mean following him around like a lost puppy, just about watching his every move, basically being his shadow.

➥ it’s not until about three days of you doing this when he realizes you’re shadowing him.

➥ when he confronts you about it, it’s less of a confrontation and more like him saying “... do you need something?” and then brushing it off when you shake your head ‘no’.

➥ he’s not really irritated or angry about it, more confused but generally okay with it.

➥ so when he realizes you’re gonna be doing this often, he can’t tell whether he should feel honored or bothered.

➥ spoilers: he ends up feeling honored. it’s his fatherly instincts, y’all already know.

➥ he’s awkward about it at first, now that he actually knows you’re following him, he’s constantly checking over his shoulder and — yep, you’re still there.

➥ so he doesn’t confront you about it again, and just lets you follow him around, and once y’all get closer he teases you for following him around like a duckling would with its mother.

—

You’d been following Price around for a few days now. He hadn’t noticed so far, thank God, but he was definitely close to finding out. You could see the way he’d occasionally glance over his shoulder and see you following him, then keep eye contact with you for a moment before going on with his day — which really confused you at first, but who cares as long as he’s not stopping you? — and letting you follow him.

You had been following him out of habit. You didn’t mean to follow him in particular, it just… happened. Something about his demeanor, you’d convinced yourself, He just feels safe. It’s inexplicable and we will not be diving into my underlying issues to figure out why he feels safe.

So when he’d confronted you about it—or, asked you about it is probably more accurate—with a questioning tone and the words, “Did you need something?”, you shook your head ‘no’, and that was that. The older man had looked at you for another second, eyes looking over your expression as if trying to read you like a book, then went on with his day. You had let out a sigh of relief, and continued your little routine of following him around and being his little shadow.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ he’s such a silly guy, man.

➥ he’d notice but pretend he didn’t, just for the sake of seeing how long you’ll follow him.

➥ if anyone points out your presence he’ll ignore it and change the subject.

➥ of course, once he realizes you aren’t letting up your clinginess, he confronts you about it in the most professional way possible!

➥ “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like that, or am I jist special?”

➥ it takes you a moment to figure out what he just said because holy fuck that accent is THICK.

➥ but you figure it out after a quick moment of thinking and struggle to respond, before offering a quiet, “... Uh. I guess you’re just special?”

➥ he is very happy about this.

➥ he nods approvingly and goes on with his day, letting you trail behind him.

➥ he really doesn’t mind, and actually enjoys having you trail behind him.

—

Following around Soap was more of a challenge than you’d intended. It was fun, for the most part, and you liked that he didn’t acknowledge you at all. The main reason you had kept following him was because he didn’t bother you at all, and didn’t even glance back at you as you followed him, no, he simply let you follow him around and shadow him all day.

Of course, you still had training and practice, but the moment you had gotten out of the showers and were done for the day, you’d gone back to following Soap, once you’d found him. Your daily routine was basically: wake up, eat breakfast, follow Soap, go to the training room and follow your CO’s orders, shower and eat lunch or dinner, find Soap, follow Soap, sleep, repeat.

Then one day, on a particularly idle day, Soap had turned to you and popped the question — “Do ye trail everyone ‘round like this, or am I jist special?”

Maybe you were just being dramatic, but holy fuck , his accent made it almost sound like he was speaking a whole different language. You process his words for a moment, before responding with a quiet, “Uh… I guess you’re just special?”

He seemed pretty satisfied with that answer and never really bothered you with it again.

—

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ he realizes immediately and ohhh boyyyyyy.

➥ “Do you need something?” “Did you need something?” “Why are you following me?” “Stop following me.” “Do you need something?”

➥ he is. Very bothered.

➥ constantly looking over his shoulder just to find your annoying ass following him.

➥ will always ask you why you’re following him, and when you shrug or give a bullshit excuse, he gives an exasperated sigh and goes on with his day.

➥ sometimes he’d even try to lose you in the crowd, and when you miraculously continue to follow him through it, he’d somehow become even more miserable. it’s impressive, your dedication to following him around like this.

➥ he’ll warm up to it eventually, maybe a month or two after you’ve started following him.

➥ by month one he’ll stop constantly asking you why you’re following him, and by month two he’ll stop constantly glancing over his shoulder.

➥ and eventually, he’ll stop trying to lose you in the crowds, and instead look for the easiest way to get through them with you trailing behind him.

—

Ghost should’ve known from the moment you persisted with your following of him through thick and thin that you’d never give this up. Honestly, it’s impressive how dedicated you are to trailing behind him like a little shadow, never even speaking to him, just following him.

However, Ghost could persist as well.

You’d follow him around as much as possible, starting at the break of dawn and briefly pausing your following to do whatever training your CO instructed and then resuming your following till curfew. Day after day, Ghost would interrupt your following by questioning it, then when given an answer, he’d give an exasperated sigh and storm off, not waiting for you to catch up.

At first, he thought you wanted to win over some sort of attention or affection from him. So, he made sure not to give you any. He didn’t spare a single moment for you, besides glancing at you over his shoulder and questioning your presence, and yet you continued to follow him. So he experimented with it a bit — he didn’t spare a single glance at you one day, didn’t speak to you one bit, didn’t do anything. Just went around as if you weren’t there. And yet, you continued to follow him, not put off by his behavior at all.

So, he just stopped thinking too much about you, in the nicest way possible. He wouldn’t glance back at you and question your presence, but he also wouldn’t try and lose you around the base. He wouldn’t storm off and leave you running to catch up. Sometimes, he even forgets you’re there at all. He warms up to it, albeit after a few months, but he still warms up to it nonetheless.

—

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

➥ i think he’d notice fairly quickly but wouldn’t point it out right away.

➥ like, he’d glance over his shoulder and see you following him, but gaslights himself into thinking you’re just trying to get to the same place he is, so he doesn’t confront you about it or anything.

➥ so when he realizes that you’re following him and not just trying to get to the same place he is, he’s kind of weirded out, but still doesn’t confront you.

➥ he’ll ask soap for some help on what to do and the damn idiot just goes ‘[c/n] probably has a crush on you’ so now gaz thinks you have a crush on him.

➥ i mean, he’s flattered, but also he has no idea who you are, so…

➥ he’s now even more awkward.

➥ so then he goes to price for help,

➥ and price is just a tinge more reasonable.

➥ price tells gaz that you’re probably just shadowing him because you see him as some sort of mentor, or maybe there was someone in your past that was similar to gaz and you followed them around as well.

➥ his reasoning doesn’t help all that much, because what the fuck is gaz supposed to do with that, but whatever.

➥ he really doesn’t know what to do about you, to be honest.

➥ after way too long, he asks you why you’re following him.

➥ and when you shrug or give an excuse as to why you’ve been trailing behind him ever since you’ve gotten here, he shrugs back and goes on with his day.

➥ doesn’t mind all that much, so yippee!!

➥ eventually, when you two get closer, he tells you that you can walk by his side instead of behind him.

—

Making Gaz your target was probably the best idea you’ve ever had.

He’s pretty quiet, doesn’t actively try to get you to go away, and best of all, he really just walks around and does any tasks he needs to. It’s oddly nice, just watching him do his work. He doesn’t talk to himself under his breath like Soap or Price does, and doesn’t do his work in complete silence like Ghost does. He’ll often hum to himself or whistle, a noise that’s quickly become weirdly comforting to you.

It’s kind of disappointing realizing you have to go off to training, honestly. Following Gaz around has quickly become the pinnacle of your day. Which sounds really sad now that you think of it, but who cares.

About a month of you following him later, he finally asks you why you’re following him. In the nicest way possible, of course.

“Is there a reason you’ve been following me around all month?”

When you shrug or give an excuse for your actions, he thinks about your words (or your wordless shrug) for a moment and mutters a quiet, “Alright, then,” and goes on with his day.

#taskforce141 #tf141 #taskforce141 x reader #platonic #platonic taskforce141 #fucking hate tagging #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #all platonic #of course #gn reader #fem reader #masc reader #male reader #female reader

[factual-fantasy]

The response to my last Sky post was pretty neato! So I felt inspired to go back and really clean up some of those character designs and flesh out their stories a bit more.

In the end I got a little carried away <XD I wanted the drawings to look good! So I spent forever on backgrounds this time- but it was worth it! I think these came out pretty slick! I’ll have to delve into their stories sometime, its gets kind’a complicated <XDD

#sky children of the light #sky ocs #my ocs #do not tag any of these as ship! #all platonic

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Part of It

Synopsis: Y/n has been the social media manager for the Argentina National Team for a few months now. She’s unofficially everyone’s favorite employee

young fem argentine reader x platonic argentina national football team

A/N: this fic will be regarding the entire team, but it will mainly feature: Alvarez, Fernandez, Molina, Garnacho, Messi, and De Paul, because those are the players I know the best.

more a/n: also please don’t be surprised if some of the info in this fic is false and the players are ooc, im not based in argentina so I could easily get a lot of these things wrong

. so

. for as long as you can remember, the only thing you’ve loved more than playing football is being behind a camera

. as a kid whenever you weren’t on the pitch itself, you were recording your teammates and friends, creating their own personal highlight reels

. and like every other kid in Argentina, you spent your entire childhood playing football

. but it wasn’t until you were a teenager when you started to discover your love for camera work

. it started when a teammate of yours asked you to record something for social media, initially as a joke

. but then the video got a couple hundred views, and you quickly began to love the feeling of creating something people can visually enjoy

. your teenage years were filled with football and videography

. then by the time your senior year came around, you knew you wanted to by apart of both scenes however you could in the future

. leading to your commitment to Cordoba National University with a major in communication and media studies

. you graduate in 2021, and spend a few weeks looking for jobs

. then you find Cordoba fc and their opening for a new social marketing manager

. you get hired within two weeks of applying as a social media manager

. because the Cordoba community is pretty small, you can spend a lot of time getting to know the players and the fans really well

. you learn a lot there, as it’s your first work experience for a professional football club

. you work there till the end of sepetmber/mid october, because through a few of your co-workers, you learn that Central Cordoba has an opening for social media manager

. which of course, you applied to and by the end of November, you’re part of the Central Cordoba staff

. it was a lot of fun; hanging out with players, befriending other staff, traveling with the team, and obviously, managing their social media

. you prove to be extremely efficient there, bringing in thousands of new fans

. which builds your reputation as an employee a lot

. and suddenly, you’re getting offers for different clubs around argentina

. only 1 stands out to you though

. Argentina’s national team offer

. because apparently, due to the world cup occurring at the end of the year, the communications directors wanted more publicity before the competition

. you obviously reply back, and a few weeks later you’re invited to their headquarters for an interview

. at first, you didn’t think you got the job because it took a while to hear back from the directors

. but then you wake up to yet another email waiting for you

. and you are officially argentina’s social media manager

. your first day is technically in april

. but you don’t meet any of the players until the end of that month

. you didn’t even know you were gonna meet the players that day so you were severely unprepared

. one moment you were making coffee with your co workers

. then lionel messi walks in beside rodrigo de paul

. they caught you by surprise

. both of them were really nice though

. you eventually learn that they all are

. your job mainly consists of filming the team together and managing the their social media accounts

. this is how you get to know each of the players

. you click with julian the most at first because of the age similarity

. he becomes your best friend within your first week

. any meetings that the both of you are included in are spent sitting on opposite sides of the room because you were told your friendship is “a disturbance to the work environment”

. you guys make it up by being attached to the hip before and after practices though

. a third of your camera roll is funny candid’s of julian

. you guys are bus seat partners and make fun out of annoying the other guys

. enzo is another close friend of yours

. you guys are always gossiping about something

. “did you hear about the new intern?”

. “apparently, somebody was found with somebody else in the break room after the meeting last week”

. “I swear he wasn’t even sick that one time, he was just at a party the night before”

. he tries to convince you to dye your hair like him

. and when you refuse, he lets you make up for it by helping him tone in

. you guys are always laughing together, no matter what the situation is

. you and molina have such a playful relationship

. you’re always making fun of him for no real reason

. he’s just trying to defend himself

. you do it for all of them, but his birthday photo dump is always the worst

. you two are always wandering around headquarters, looking for either someone to bother or something to entertain yourselves

. it always ends it great content though

. you have a soft spot for alejandro

. mostly because he has a crush on you and tries to play it off

. but you’ve known since the first few times of hanging out with him

. when you’re filming concent for the argentina pages, you’ll see alejandro trying to show off at least three times a video

. you find it hilarious

. the other guys tease him relentlessly for it

. you two are still good friends regardless

. he tries to be protective of you even though he’s literally four years younger than you

. again, you find it hilarious

. and he always gets shit from the other players

. leo is such a dad to you it’s funny

. he was so nice the first time you met him, and after that he unofficially adopted you as a daughter

. even though he’s only like 13 years older than you

. shows his care in small ways

. making sure you never get hit with a ball when you’re sitting in to a practice

. coming into your office when you’re both in headquarters to check on you

. making sure you’re safe when you’re traveling with the team

. whether it be just assigning another player to look after you or a whole ass bodyguard

. also protecting you from rodrigo

. because rodri is like an older brother to you

. super playful

. always teasing you

. agreesive type of love

. y’know those videos of rodri always picking up julian and stuff?

. like that but a smidge gentler

. this is where messi comes in

. insisting he put you down and let you do your job

. rodri also tries to convince you to get tattoos

. honestly that’s a whole team thing

. playful peer pressure is real there

. anyway

. you, julian, and enzo are such a trio

. getting up to the most random shit in other countries after games

. you guys were two seconds away from jumping into a canal in italy

. but then here comes leo

. scolding you guys like his children

. and sending you back to the hotel

. also, you have a jersey from almost every player on the team because before you got your own jersey, you always just picked someone random to wear on game days

. but then rodri started frowning when he saw you in julian’s jersey because apparently, you hadn’t worn his shirt in a few games

. and now you have a separate drawer just for jerseys

. oh and the world cup

. that was so fun for you

. traveling with the team to qatar

. hanging out in stadiums during practice, half upset because it felt like a million degrees

. but half in awe because holy shit you’re in qatar for the world cup

. you’re on the edge of your seat for every game

. the final almost killed you

. you were almost crying on the bench next to the other staff

. totally worth it though

. you started sobbing when montiel made the last penalty kick

. because you knew these guys, you knew how much they wanted it, how much they deserved it

. it was a mess of hugs and tears after that

. julian is grinning into your shoulder

. rodri tackled you

. enzo is basically jumping up and down

. you don’t think you’ll ever see alejandro that happy again

. you and molina are crying together

. and messi gives you the biggest hug

. it’s so fun celebrating with the team

. spraying champange with gonzalo

. singing along to music with paulo

. dancing around with lauatoro

. and coming back to argentina after that

. seeing all the fans in buenos aires, looking around and seeing argentine pride everywhere

. surreal

. there’s definitely no feeling like it

. which is why you’re so sad when it’s time to go back to your clubs

. you came to an agreement with central cordoba to go back and work for them during the argentine league

. then coming back to the national team when it called

. so you can’t wait for next season

#reader insert #football imagine #football team x reader #platonic football team x reader #argentina national football team #argentina national team #argentina nt x reader #female reader #argentina nt fic #lionel messi #julian alvarez #enzo fernandez #alejandro garnacho #nahuel molina #rodrigo de paul #all platonic

[astriodent]

i saw something and it made me mad so

i love recovering radqueers

even the ones that are having a hard time adjusting

even the ones that still use transids

you're trying, and that's all that matters

i love recovering radqueers

#all platonic #anti radqueer

[silvermarley]

Hiiii! Can I have a Muzan x child reader scenario? Where the child is just really naughty and no one can control them and maybe they even spill his chemicals on purpose. Overall, they’re just a menace and no one can do anything about it, no matter how much Muzan punishes them! Also love your writing, author! <3333

Helloo!! Thank you for reading, you’re too kind 💕

Child!reader shenanigans

Warnings: fluffy, reader is his kid, crack

-You were quite the handful.

-Running and playing all over the place, you left chaos everywhere you went.

-You would mess with his experimenting equipment and anything else around you

-Thus spilling some of his chemicals

-Bro was pissed

-But omg when there’s an Uppermoon meeting it’s so much worse

-Mostly bc Douma loves to instigate it 👩‍🦯

-You were messing with Kokushibo’s hair and pulling on Akaza’s clothing

-You called Daki a weirdo and she (+Gyutaro) almost blew up on u 💀

-Almost

-They couldn’t even do anything about it tho bc ur Muzan’s child

-Douma would say some shi like “Oh my, Y/N-dono, you’re so funny!”

-Only to boost ur ego

-Which leads to more chaos

-No matter how many times Muzan reprimands you for your actions, you seemingly never learn

-But he can’t seem to hate you regardless

——

Taglist: @im-togas-knife @kaianawr @x3nako @booplsnoot @wicked-binch @nobody_lv @zonaazworld @Binx12345678910

#levys friends #all platonic #KNY fluff #KNY x reader #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer x reader #muzan fluff

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Coming out to the batfam as asexual

A/n: So asexuals are all different, even then I tried to make it as universal as possible but if you're sex favorable (I'm not so that's probably partially why I wrote it like that) this one (unfortunately) might not be for you!

Warnings: Being scared to come out, mentions of aphobia and killing people, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The reader is gender neutral!

Requested by: @bandshirts-andbooks

Ironically for being the world's best detectives no one really caught on

I think the only person who might of is Cass, but it's nothing for sure, she just saw your body language would change slightly when people talked about sex

The first person you tell is Alfred

You were probably having a bad day, maybe seeing some straight people talk about ace people in a really negative way, and perhaps some queer people online who told you, that ace people didn't belong in the community

And people just being shitheads in general towards the queer community and just all these laws being made against trans people everywhere can really wear someone down, right?

So it's the middle of the night and you're in the kitchen crying because it's just been a bad day

And Alfred comes in, "Mx. L/n are you alright?"

After you were adopted you never got Bruce's last name

"Ah, yes! Don't worry it's nothing!"

🥹

All it takes is one raised eyebrow from him and you're quickly defeated, and he pulls out a chair and sits next to you

"Don't let things fester for too long Mx. L/n, you know what happens to your brothers when they do."

Sighing you wring your hands through your hair (something you picked up from your father) "I just-"

"Alfred I think I'm asexual."

"There's a silence and half your brain is thinking maybe Alfred doesn't know what it is and the other half think he hates you now

"Mx. L/n you do not "think so" I'm pretty sure you know."

And that in itself is confirmation that he supports you, the way he's smiling makes you wonder how you could think anything else

Okay next you come out to Cass

Because Alfred slyly told you she might already know

She's supportive and tells you in her own way that she would hurt anyone who isn't

I also think she understands you the most because I headcanon (is it canon???) that Cass is asexual

So she's who you go for to vent, and eventually she'll come out to you as ace too!

Then there's Stephanie and Barbra

Steph squeals; "Another member of the alphabet mafia!" And Barbra recomends a bunch of asexual groups online where they share their personal experiences

While all this fluffiness is happening the batboys tm are trying to get back at you for winning the prank war last week

Naturally they go into your dating history, because why not?

Murder might be committed by Cass after this

There aren't very many people but there's ONE person from your high school days

And thanks to Tim's savvy tech skills they somehow find out you're a virgin

(don't ask)

At this point Damian didn't really know the plan, but he's mostly the distraction anyways!

In the past you had told them you weren't one

High school was not good for your baby ace ass alright?

Meaning they thought it was fair game because they were getting back at you for lying and winning the prank war

Imagine your surprise when at a rare dinner Jason, Tim, and Dick are glancing at each other mischievously

Bruce looks like he has no idea what's going on and Damian (for once) looks oddly innocent

"You know how we use to say Jason gets no bitches" Dick starts up

"Hey!"

"Well little Timmy here." Dick continues ignoring an angry Jay. "Found out you're worse than Jaybird and are a Virgin."

You just stare dumbfounded at their giggling faces

"I didn't know that this was part of the plan." Damian mutters

At this point you were much more confident in yourself and had momentairly forgetten that Bruce was still in the room

Just imagine seeing those faces

when you finally tell them

"I'm asexual fuckwads."

Their faces go BEAT RED

"Oh, um..."

"Also Tim, idk how you found out I was still a virgin, but if you do anything like that again..."

The look on Tim's face - it was very clear that your threat got through to him

Then you remembered Bruce was still in the room

Slowly you turned your head to face him

Instead of saying anything he just gave you a smile

That's how you came out to the Batfam, from being scared, to be a confident badass

-thedelusionreaderbitch

dc taglist: no one yet!

#asexual #bafam #batfam x reader #ace reader #ace #delusion writes #request #dc #alfred #alfred x reader #ALL PLATONIC #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #cassandra cane x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #stephanie brown x reader #barbra x reader #batfam x gn! reader #batfam x asexual reader #batfam headcanons

[fallingwaynes]

chapter 1 of my fic!!

“the pact of our youth”

yes the title is based of achilles come down by gang of youths hehe

Growing up in the circus was a challenging task, especially with the amount of performances and training everyone was expected to do in a day. It was especially challenging for a child, for you and your only other friend. Dick Grayson.

He was the circus’s golden child, being the only child acrobat. You were a golden child as well, being the only child with tarot reading abilities. It was highly likely that the only two children in Haley’s circus would become friends. And you two became best friends.

If anyone was to ask Dick about you, his little face would light up and he would explain excitedly about how amazing you were. He especially pointed out the times where you did your tarot readings on him and they came true. And if anyone was to ask you about Dick, you would nod shyly and talk about how his acrobatic powers would soon outshine his parents. You truly believed he would be the best acrobat in the circus.

When you weren’t doing tarot readings for paying customers or for other circus members, you were spending time with Dick. If your mother needed to find you, all she had to was visit the Grayson’s caravan or in the close area. You would always be there, giggling at a joke that the other eight year old made.

That’s where she would find you today, holding his hand as you stared at his palm. She knew, as well as you did, that you had no ideas how to read palms. This was just a simple way to humour the young acrobat; he giggled as you ran your finger in circles on his palm.

“It says that you’re have the most amazing best friend ever.” you spoke, nodding all serious like. He widened his eyes, before erupting into giggles.

“Does that mean I’m going to get a best friend?” he was teasing you, and he giggled as your face scrunched up in a frown. “Kidding, you’ll always be my best friend.”

You dropped his hand, crossing your arms with a huff; you smiled though. “Good, we should always be best friends, Dick.” Then you giggled at his nickname, he giggled too only because your laughter was contagious.

Your mother cleared her throat, turning the attention of both of you to her. “Mom!” you scrambled to your feet, and wrapped your arms around her waist. Dick stood up also, waving at your mom. She smiled sweetly at the boy, sending him a wave back and then wrapping a single around you.

“Hello, Richard.” she was one of the few people in the circus that refused to call Dick by such a nickname, and he had grown accustomed to it. She frowned apologetically between the two of you, and looked over at the approaching figures of his parents. “I hate to break you two apart, but there’s another performance tonight.”

Dick nodded understandably, turning around just as his parents reached where you all stood. They nodded at your mother, she returned the gesture. “Bye, see you later!” Dick smiled brightly at you, before placing his hand in his mom and dad’s and retreating back into his caravan.

〰☽◯☾〰

That night was the worst, you couldn’t even have used the tarot cards to read an event like this happening. Your mother had sent you to fetch more cards so you hadn’t seen it happen but you had come back to everyone crowding around the acrobat area. What could have happened to warrant such a response?

You made your way over to see what had happened, your mother was too shocked to even notice. Dick was kneeling on the floor next to two bodies. His parents’ bodies. You gasped, running to hug him; he sobbed into your shoulder and a few of Gotham’s elitists cooed in adoration.

“My parents.” he sniffled, resting his head against your shoulder and grabbing onto your hand. At this moment, while he was devastated about the deaths of the two most important people in his life, he was glad his best friend was there.

“I’m so sorry, Dick.” you whispered, running a finger in circles on his palm. You knew it wouldn’t make him laugh like earlier, but you at least wanted it to bring him some comfort for now. You stared up at the crowd, most of them were being ushered back to their seats by the Gotham police.

Dick continued sniffling, but some of his sadness had turned to anger. “Someone murdered my parents, and I’m going to make them pay.” he muttered, before glancing once more at the corpses of his parents. “Make them pay.” he repeated, just as a cop approached the two of you.

“I’m sorry about your parents, kiddos.” he looked between the two of you, and you shook your head quickly. The cop, the Commissioner you guessed by the badge pinned to his jacket, nodded understandably and crouched next to Dick. “I’m sorry about your parents, son.”

Neither of you knew the best course of action in a situation like this. Would someone in the circus be willing to take on Dick, so that he could continue to become the best acrobat in Haley’s circus? You didn’t want him to leave the circus, but you knew deep down that it was most likely the best idea for him after such an event.

You turned as your mom called out your name. She stared down with pity at the crying state of Dick, and you rushed into her open arms. “Mom, what’s going to happen to him?” you whispered, watching as the cop placed his jacket over your best friend’s shoulders.

Your mom sighed softly, it wasn’t easy having to admit that Dick would have to leave the circus and enter the foster care system. “He’s going to have to live with someone else, my little fortune teller.” she whispered to ensure that the grieving boy wouldn’t hear it.

Judging by the way he placed his hand into the Commissioner’s, the news had been broken to him and he had accepted it easier than it was expected. If the Commissioner and Dick had stayed a moment longer, they would’ve noticed Gotham’s richest playboy staring at the young boy with a frown.

You noticed however, and you began to wonder if Dick would at least be in the hands of someone who could afford all of his needs and wants. You just hoped you would be able to see your best friend before he left the circus forever.

#apollo’s writing!! #dc #dick grayson #angst #angst of course #somewhat canon compliant #childhood friends #circus #dc comics #hes so adorable #im sorry for killing his parents here #dick grayson x reader #all platonic #im feeling silly

[mockerycrow]

is anyone interested in more ghost’s sibling!reader? example here — feel free to send more concepts like that one btw!!

#call of duty #crow’s thoughts #platonic #tags used for engagement lol #all platonic #sibling!reader #simon ghost riley

[verybadatwriting]

Dog Tags

Summary: Some bullies take teasing a step too far.

Warnings: Stereotypical bullies, anger issues, bottling up emotions, violence

Notes: Papa/Pa= Steve, Dad/Dada = Bucky. No pairing. Reader is Steve and Bucky's adopted daughter.

Fem!reader

Word count: 1,364

Age 1-5

When you were born, 1939, Hydra got you. You underwent four years of experiments that gave you the gift of prophecy and enhanced physical strength. Random visions of the future came to you once or twice a week, but they were heralded by you losing consciousness.

Four years later, a group led by Captain America took down the lab you were being kept in. You formed a close father-daughter bond with the men who rescued you, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers. For two years you stayed with them as they continued fighting against the Axis Powers and formed the Howling Commandos.

It was then discovered that you had a severe heart defect. If left untreated, it would most likely kill you. On December 26th 1944, they placed you in a specially made freezing chamber in the hopes that future medical advances would make your condition treatable. While you were frozen, you still received visions.

Age 6

Decades later, you were unfrozen. You were technically in your 60’s, but by all accounts still a six-year-old. You lived with your adoptive Papa Steve, who ensured you got the medical treatments needed, and had a relatively normal childhood despite the out of the ordinary first six years. He told you that your Dad Bucky was gone, which you didn’t fully believe.

“But I saw him!” You protested.

“I know,” Steve replied, “We used to see him every day. Now we won’t get to see him again.”

“No!” You shouted, “I saw him doing things he hasn’t done yet!”

“Y/n/n,” Steve shushed, “This is a hard thing for both of us. Please stop trying to give me hope. He’s gone. That’s the end of it.”

When both of you had calmed down, Steve pulled out a little box.

“Kid?” He got your attention, “Do you remember what these are?”

“Yeah. They’re his dog tags.”

“Do you want to keep them?” He asked. You nodded in reply, and put them on. From that day forward you rarely took off your Dad’s tags.

Age 8

At school, you kept your head down, four formative years in a strict evil lab will make you very keen to follow the rules and not be noticed. Your increased strength made you afraid you would hurt someone, so you never fought back. Because of this, bullies targeted you. They were a few years older, and notorious all throughout your middle school.

One day they went a step too far by yanking your Dad’s dog tags right off your neck. The main guy, Kennith Reid, tossed them to Tyler, who tossed them to another boy. They went around and around the circle.

“Give them back.” You said evenly.

“What’re you gonna do?” Tyler asked, “Cry to your Papa? Who did you say he was, Captain America? I don’t believe it. I think you lied.”

“No.”

“Tyler,” Kennith said, catching the dog tags, “What do you think she’d do if we started breaking up this little chain?” 

“Don’t.”

“Oh Kennie, is she getting mad?”

“I think so T.” Kennith said, and he broke off a few inches of the chain. You stood up, and started to take off your hoodie.

“Why are you taking off your stupid frog hoodie?” Tyler jeered.

“I don’t want to get your blood on it.” Removing your hoodie revealed how much that Hydra had influenced you. Muscles far beyond what any teenager had, much less an eight-year-old like yourself. 

Wordlessly, you swung at him. It connected, hard. His nose splintered and he fell to the ground. Kennith’s pals had a split second of panic, as the blood drained from their faces in fear, but you didn’t stop. You went after every single one of them, being very careful not to injure them too badly. Kennith’s nose was the worst one.

He was the ringleader, so he deserved it. 

A few moments later, they were all sufficiently beaten up, you took back your Dad’s dog tags, and knelt down next to them.

“You’re never going to pick on anyone again, understood?”

“Ye - yeah,” He hastily said, “Got it.  Mhm. 100%. We won’t bully you.”

“No. You won’t bully anyone. Not me. Not Jess, not Caroline, not Xavier. None of us. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

Obviously, parents were called. Your Papa was probably off on some mission, although he said he’d be back today. It didn’t matter. If he wasn’t available Auntie Nat would step in. You sat on one side of the table, waiting for someone to join you. Your new principal, who had recently replaced a beloved one, sat across from you. Her name was Ms. Katz.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Your principal said after waiting for ten minutes, “Do you know your mother’s phone number?”

“With all due respect, Ms. Katz” You said, “She’s dead.”

“Oh,” She inhaled, “I see.”

“My aunt should be joining us soon.” Right on cue Ms. Romanoff waltzed in.

“Thank you for waiting,” She began, “I came as soon as I could.”

“No problem, thank you for joining us.” Ms. Katz said, “You are here because Y/n has exhibited some concerning behavior. She repeatedly hit her peers, resulting in one receiving a broken nose.”

“That doesn’t sound like her. Have you asked her why she did it?” Nat asked.

“This school has a Zero-Tolerance Policy for physical violence or bullying of any sort, no matter the reason.” Ms. Katz replied, “So we didn’t need to ask.”

“That sounds like a recipe for more violence.” Nat said.

“We’re not here to debate policy.” Ms. Katz said, “She will be receiving a two week suspension, and I’m afraid this will go on her permanent record.” 

“Oh no.” Was your deadpan response. “Can’t let anyone know I retaliated when provoked. Woe is me.” 

Nat flashed you a proud smile, and continued.

“Y/n, I haven’t yet gotten to hear your perspective. I think there’s a little more to it than simply whacking a kid.”

“I don’t believe that’s a good use of our time togeth-” Ms. Katz began, and was shortly cut off.

“No,” Nat said, “Let her talk. I need to know what happened before I decide what to do.”

“I just want you to know we’re not reconsidering the suspension.”

“Fine by me. Continue, Y/n.”

“They snagged Dad’s dog tags off my neck. I told them to give them back. They didn’t. This was the final straw. For the past two years I’ve endured their teasing, and so have countless others. I didn’t beat them up just to get the tags back, I did it to win this fight, and the next ones too. Now they’ll leave me alone, and the others, too.”

“Ms. Katz,” Nat turned to your principal, “I would just like to thank you. Y/n and I will enjoy these next two weeks off. I want you to know that she will be receiving no punishment at home.”

The intercom on Ms. Katz’s desk buzzed.

“There’s someone here to see y-”

“Tell them to wait.” She cut them off, “Very well then. I also wanted to address her chronic lying.”

“Tell me more.”

“She insists her family is full of superheroes and spies.” She pulled out a drawing, “Here, she even drew this when we were supposed to be making family portraits.” The drawing was of you, Auntie Nat, your Dad, your Papa, Uncles Tony, Thor, Bruce, and Clint, the whole crew. After a pause, Auntie Nat nodded.

“This is just about right.” She smiled, “My hair used to be wavy, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“No,” Ms. Katz sighed, “She insists she lives with the Avengers! Don’t you see? She strings up wild stories about fighting Nazis and being frozen in a time capsule!”

“They’re true.” Nat’s phone buzzed. “And I can prove it. Tell your receptionist to let in the other visitor.”

Ms. Katz complied, the door opened, and Steve walked in. She stared agape for a moment, before regaining composure.

“That… That will be all, thank you.”

“Have you been reading Ender’s Game again?” Auntie Nat asked on the ride back to Steve’s apartment.

“Maybe…” You grinned, “Okay yeah.”

“Thought so, that speech sounded a bit familiar.”

#bucky barns #steven rogers #kid!reader #auntie nat #marvel #writeblr #all platonic #marvel x reader #avengers x platonic reader #avengers fan fic #fem!reader

[noxx-33i]

hi i heard youd like some art requests so,, boombox and skateboard together maybe?? they can be doin anything, i just like them together :3

Hi hello!!!! And yes, skateboard and boombox as the ultimate duo!

I definitely see them as the chaotic duo who wont stop hyping each other up!! maybe even bullying the other for fun

Also have a doodle of them playing a game. Probably Sonic or Super Mario while boombox listens to music and laughs at Skate being bad at the game (he's also pretty bad)

#phighting! #skateboard phighting #boombox phighting #roblox #fanart #phighting fanart #they r such cutie patooties id squish them like a stress ball #maul on them like a chew toy #all cuz of cuteness aggression!!! #i love these two very dearly #ARATZUFHSJFKKKKAJFKS we need more interactions!!! #not a ship! #all platonic #:3

[scribe-of-hael]

Look at him, the fuck even is he

Cute lil fucked up creature, GOD WHAT EVEN ARE YOU BRAINSTORM

#All platonic #Maybe #Idfk #brainstorm #idw brainstorm #Creature #Lil thing for destruction and math #Bill nye the explosion guy

[person4924]

like if i can call you love and reblog if i can call you babe

#all platonic #i need to know #for my moots

[mousepatta]

me when a fic about my desired platonic pairing doesn't materialize all by itself

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Aether tactfully navigated through the Fatui fort, sneaking from room to room. He knew it had to be in here somewhere.

When interrogating a few locals, Aether had learned of a potion said to be brewed in the lab within this fort. Supposedly, it would let the drinker see through someone else's eyes. A potion like that could be a huge lead in helping him find his sister.

The place was a lot more guarded than he had planned. It was crawling with Fatui agents. There was no way he could fight them all, so he decided to stick to sneaking around. However, the closer he got to the lab, the fewer guards were present. It was odd, he thought it would be the other way around. Well, Aether was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth on this mission. He continued down the tiled hallway until he reached an ornate set of double doors. They were locked, of course, but that wouldn't stop him. Childe had given Aether a quick lesson on lock picking after one of their sparring matches. 'The trick is a combination of patience and urgency', Childe's words echoed in Aether's mind as he goaded a series of clicks out of the lock.

'got it'

Aether swiftly slid through the doors and closed them behind him. He would need to do this as quickly and quietly as possible now that he was so close to achieving his goal. He made quick work of looking through the various beakers and bottles. Or, more accurately, attempted to. Oddly enough, none of the bottles were labeled. They were organized by color, save for the ones scattered around on the counters. Aether scanned around the laboratory.

'How am I supposed to know which one to take?'

Aether's thoughts raced for a moment before swiftly remembering the statement he took from a villager previously. According to the statement, this potion was one of a kind with a pale blue hue. He had no idea how the villager would know those kinds of details, but he would have to trust them on this one if he wanted to get any progress done. Aether made note of any uniquely looking potions that would match the description. As much as he wanted to just move and sort them, the goal was to leave no trace that he had been here.

Just as Aether had narrowed down the options to two different potions, he heard footsteps approaching. They seemed to be a bit more swift than those of the regular Fatui agents, which was not a good sign. Torn between the two options, Aether settled on the one with a slightly paler hue and ducked into a cabinet under one of the counters. He thanked whatever higher power that the space was just empty enough for him to fit inside.

The doors were violently shoved open and subsequently slammed shut. Whoever had entered was clearly in a rather sour mood.

"Incompetent fools", the figure muttered.

Aether's heart plummeted. He recognized that voice. It was Il Dottore. This was bad. Aether held his free hand over his mouth and willed his heart to stop beating so loud. Although his interactions with the harbinger had been brief, they had made an impression. Aether hated the way Dottore looked at him. He could never see his eyes, but he could feel the analytical gaze permeating through the harbingers mask. The thought of it made Aether's skin crawl.

From what Aether could hear, Dottore was now on the opposite side of the room as him. The space was greatly appreciated. 'Maybe I can just wait it out until he leaves?' That wasn't likely. He had heard that Dottore typically spent hours holed up in his lab. Aether was not sure how likely it would be that Dottore wouldn't look in the cabinet he was hiding in.

Aether had to make a decision. It was unlikely that he'd get a chance like this again. If he was found, it would be difficult to escape, with the potion or without. If he took it now, he could get all the information he needed and use the rest of the time he was stuck here to come up with a plan of action. 'It would be better than just sitting here and doing nothing', Aether decisively unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the contents. The taste was bubbly and metallic, it made his head feel fuzzy. It took all of his focus and strength to stay in the position he was in, as to not make noise and alert the room's other occupant to his presence.

Aether noticed his vision blurr, 'yes', he shifted his focus to the thought of his sister, preparing to view her location. This sensation never came. Instead, Aether's body became warmer, he felt like he was running the worst fever of his life. Luckily, this discomfort disappeared as soon as it had arrived. Unfortunately, when Aether opened his eyes again, the space he had been cramped in was now very open. He turned to his side to see a beaker that was now taller than he was. Aether's confusion quickly turned to dread, 'no no no nono'. This could not be happening.

Aether continued to frantically observe his surroundings for some kind of solution. 'How could I be so stupid, not drinking mysterious substances is basically rule number one', Aether began to pace back and forth, 'How was he supposed to reverse this? There had to be something in the lab that could help, but Dottore was still in the room. He might be able to help, but he would never actually help me with anything, let alone a newfound vulnerability'.

Aether's thoughts were cut short by the sound of Dottore moving to a counter closer to Aether's hiding spot. Everything seemed so much louder now. He couldn't just stay here like a sitting duck, Aether needed to move. That would at least be easier now that he was less noticeable. Aether rolled his eyes at the thought. He slipped out of the cabinet and stepped out into the lab, which felt a lot colder now. For once, he regretted his exposed torso. Arms wrapped around himself, Aether tiptoed out from the safety the cabinet had granted. Dottore was working at the desk in front of the cabinet Aether was in, so he had some sort of cover with the cabinet between them.

The confidence Aether had built up quickly vanished as he just – looked – at Dottore. He was just so…huge. Dottore had always had a large presence, but this was terrifying. 'Well, as long as I stay out of sight, this won't be a problem', Aether attempted to calm himself.

Aether swiftly made his way to the counter to the side of his hiding place. It was surprisingly easy as Dottore was very focused on whatever "work" he was doing. Aether made his way from counter to counter, searching for a solution. Granted, his progress was a bit stunted due to his limited view from the floor. Engrossed in his search, Aether became a bit less aware of his surroundings. As he turned a corner, a large spider leapt into his field of vision. Aether couldn't stifle the shocked yelp that tore through his throat. He prepared his sword to strike as he stumbled backward. The spider advanced as Aether retreated further. He had fought monsters much larger, but wasn't sure what to prepare for. It was better to get more of an observation before attacking. Aether took a few more steps back before bumping into the table and–wait, the table was to his side, which means–

Aether stilled. He didn't want to see what – or more accurately who– was behind him. A boot violently slammed down onto the spider.

"I try to keep my work place as prestigious as possible, but occasionally a few pests always manage to slip in", Aether could feel Dottore's eyes on him, "but you'd know all about that wouldn't you?"

Dottore's tone lilted in a playful manner despite the clear malice behind his words. He reached to grab Aether, but the traveler rolled out of the way. The doctor made an annoyed 'tsk' before reaching for Aether again, faster this time. Aether failed to dodge and instead attempted to stab at the fingers grabbing him before his sword was torn from his grip and set on a counter firmly out of his reach. Aether continued to panic and squirm as he was lifted further into the air so that he was at about eye level with the doctor.

Dottore rolled Aether around between his fingers and looked him over. His grip was light enough to not damage Aether, but firm enough to cause discomfort whenever he made contact.

"Now, what do we have here"

Aether could hear the smile in the doctor's voice without looking.

"P-put me down", Aether tried to make his voice come out as even as possible. Dottore just stared at the traveler, making no move to set him down. Aether continued, "Now"

Dottore paused, face unreadable, before bursting out into a cackle. He was laughing at him. In that moment, Aether's anger overtook his fear of the situation.

"Is there something funny that I'm missing here?"

The doctor stifled his laughs as they began to die down.

"Oh, still the same overly confident, tough little traveler, aren't you?", Dottore condescendingly poked Aether's check with his finger. Aether attempted to shove the digit, but the doctor wouldn't even indulge him by pretending he had been able to muster enough strength to move him away.

Dottore eventually placed Aether down on one of the counters before caging him in with his arms. It's not as if Aether would have attempted to jump off the counter anyway, but he's still annoyed by the presence around him.

"Now, what to do with you? A vivisection is always a pleasant option, but it would be done so soon. On the other hand–"

Aether tuned out Dottore's speech. Maybe falling to death from a counter wouldn't be so bad after all. Aether knew he was just saying all of this to scare him, but knowing that didn't stop it from working. He was sure that whatever experiment Dottore would decide on would be much worse than just a dissection.

"I have an idea", as Aether began to interject, the doctor's focus shifted entirely back to him, "Have you ever reversed the effects of this potion? Because that could lead to maybe a big scientific discovery..thing."

Aether didn't exactly expect his vague statement to work, but he had to try something. Surprisingly, the doctor responded.

"Well, I don't have anything already made, so I would need a small sample of the potion. It would likely be very simple, but of course, that would be if I wanted to reverse it."

"Come on, you can't just–"

"And that would be the funny part. It's that I didn't even do anything. You broke into my lab, drank my potion, and then practically waltzed into my hands. It's almost like you wanted this to happen. Honestly, not drinking unknown substances is practically the first rule to being a person, yet you still managed to mess that up", Aether didn't like the direction this conversation was taking, "If you are really that incompetent, it would be irresponsible of me to let you go."

"Look, I didn't–well I – it was an accident", Aether quickly stammered in an attempt to regain control of the conversation.

Dottore picked Aether up by the back of his shirt, lifting him into the air as he curiously tilted his head.

"Oh, of course, I'm sure you accidentally downed an entire bottle of liquid, but until you become a bit less accident prone, I'm afraid I'll just have to keep you."

Aether began to panic, "You can't–"

"But I can. I feel that you are misunderstanding the situation."

"People will come looking for me, you know."

"And, who exactly did you tell you were coming here?"

Aether opened his mouth to respond, then closed it once again. He hadn't told anyone. They would've thought it was a bad idea, which he could see in hindsight. He just thought he had a chance to get his sister back. Aether hung his head.

"Hm, predictable. Well, it'll be nice to have a new lab rat that can't scurry off."

Dottore set him back onto the counter and began to pet Aether's head with his finger. It made Aether feel sick. 'No no he can't keep me here I can't stay here I need to find her–', Aether's thoughts raced as he felt a growing sting in his eyes and throat. 'Don't cry right now please don't, not in front of him'. The burning only increased as his vision started to blur. He wanted to look up in order to discourage the tears, but that would mean looking directly at the doctor. All Aether could do was look down and hope his sorry state would go unnoticed.

~

Dottore paused for an instant, noticing the moisture running down the boy's face. It was a pathetic sight, really. He might have felt a twinge of pity if he weren't currently relishing in this moment. The famed Traveler, who opposed the Tsrista, bested Childe and the Balladeer, as well as fighting ancient powers, was currently crying under his hand. Dottore could barely stop himself from laughing once again as it would end the moment too soon. He knew that this was likely a temporary show of weakness. The boy would probably deny it had even happened later on. The doctor wanted to make sure he was able to take this moment in completely. He reached under the traveler's chin and began to lift. Aether shoved off of his hand and backed away. Dottore huffed, grabbing Aether to hold him in place before lifting his head yet again.

And there it was. Beautiful, pitiful, tears streaked down the boy's cheeks. He wondered what they'd taste like. Though, he supposed he should offer a bit of comfort. Considering he'd be the only person the kid would see for a long time.

"Awwwww", Dottore cooed, "Is the tiny traveler terrified?"

The doctor pinched Aether's cheek the best he could. Aether made a distressed grunt as he attempted to turn his head away.

"I'm doing you a favor here, you know", Dottore leveled with Aether, "Honestly, you're always galavanting around all high and mighty. Getting into fights, challenging almost every system you come across, but I know what you really are", the doctor leaned closer, " a child, running around and playing hero when you really have no idea what you're up against."

"Hey!"

Dottore turned away to rub his temples before feeling a minute pain in one of his fingers. He glanced over to see Aether's teeth digging into his glove. He had…bit him.

"I am NOT a child!"

Dottore stared for a moment. He could feel the boy's heavy breathing and racing heart, yet he had still garnered the audacity to bite him. Through it all, one thought solidified in the doctor's mind, 'adorable'. If he hadn't been planning on keeping the traveler before, he sure was now.

"Hm", Dottore lifted up and turned toward the laboratory doors, heading for his office.

"Wait wait! Where are we going?!"

Dottore didn't bother answering. He had bigger things to worry about. Afterall, if the child was going to be staying with him, he'd need a proper setup. 'Would a cage be appropriate?'

#genshin g/t #genshin impact g/t #g/t #giant!dottore #tiny!aether #all platonic

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

What.the.actual.baguettes Bruce?!

This was meant to be a short fic to get the idea out of my head. It grew.... Oops

Masterlist

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The chaos finally rested on the battlefield. World weary, drained from the prolonged battle, the heroes slowly regrouped together to take stock of the end. Red Robin had come with the bat’s this time rather than the scattered remains of young justice, so slowly started to limp towards his siblings. He could see Kon with Kara fussing over Jon who he waved at and nodded to Bart who was near the other Speedsters.

The big three founders were all huddled together supervising the villain of the day with a petite woman who looked exhausted. The battle had been hard and Bruce, no Batman, ended up reluctantly calling in the Justice Leagues ‘last resort’. The last resort was led by the petite woman and her team were a welcome relief tipping the battle into their favour finally. Her team were currently scattered around searching for survivors and any lost stray villain underlings.

The woman picked up her yoyo of a weapon, which she now treated as a phone, and nodded to whatever she was hearing and hang up to throw the yoyo into the air with another battle cry. Ladybirds flew our righting the damage, mending wounds, setting the battlefield to how it was moments before the first weapon fired.

Red Robin blinked in surprise at it all as his leg was surrounded and finally less battle damaged with only the hints of pain where it was previously.

“I hate magic. It’s fricking creepy!”

Red Robin raised his eyebrow at Red Hoods comment, though he didn’t disagree, hobbled closer to him. As the magic wash faded the woman in question’s costume fell away leaving her standing there in what looked like pyjamas looking very out of place next to the giant founders towering above her.

“Yeah, it’s unusually for B to have this, magic or whatever as a last resort. I thought his typically avoided backup plans that didn’t involve him or something based on understandable science.”

Nightwing stated leaning against Red Hood while staring in confusion at their father. Red Hood shoved Nightwing off his shoulder roughly to watch Red Robin. Red Robin instead of joining in the banter was focused, puzzling out, what was happening with the big three. He could feel Hoods concerned gaze on him as he froze in shock when the woman turned to stare at the ex-Robins, her eyes narrowing as she storms up to Batman.

Ignoring Superman and Wonder Woman, she grabbed Batman’s cloak, yanking him down to her height growling at him in a manner very similar to Hood at times.

“You promised that you would keep an eye on him.”

“I am keeping an eye on him.”

“B! That.is.not.what.I.meant.and.YOU.know.it. So, I’ll say again. What.the.actual.baguettes.is he doing here?!”

“He refused to stay out the field.”

The punch that followed echoed around the area as Batman clutched his jaw clicking it. Wonder Woman placed a hand on Superman’s shoulder stopping him from interfering as Batman cautiously let the tiny woman hiss at him.

“You’re the croissant adult!”

“Ladybug...”

“Oh, mille feuille! If CPS wasn’t so bad, I’d have called them on you years ago! Argh!!”

“Ladybug...”

“Why hasn’t it been sorted! You insist on dancing about in lyrca wearing underwear on top of tights and ploughing money into Gotham like it’s going out of fashion, So,” jabbing her finger into his chest forcefully, “why that macaron hasn’t CPS been reformed! And the people using it!”

“...Ladybug...”

She ignored his potential response as she turned and marched straight towards Red Robin, who still had not moved since her de-masking. Signal having made his way towards the collective of ex-Robin looked on worriedly as she muttered about ‘irresponsible, self-indulgence, no impulse control rich kids’.

“Should... Should we be worried that she just punched ‘the Batman’ with no regrets.”

“Nah, I kinda like her. She ain’t putting up with his cack!”

“Hood! B... I...”

As Nightwing flummoxed, the identified Ladybug stood in front of Red Robin and started to fuss over him in a motherlike manner with tunnel vision solely focused on the young adult in front of her.

“M, I’m ok.”

“Shhhh mon chou! I need to check. I’m so sorry I left and didn’t take you with me. I should have pushed harder to stay or keep you.”

If she held super powers, superman laser beams would have been aimed at Batman with the glare she sent him over her shoulder as her blonde partner made his way towards the big three, most likely to try and smooth over the unexpected attack on Batman.

“The person I asked to keep an eye on you is blind and I should have reported him to CPS if they weren’t so awful.”

Tim shook his head in fondness letting her examine him to her ensure his health met her satisfaction, ignoring his siblings' questioning faces from behind her. Once she was done, she fiddled with her small pink bag which he’d not noticed beforehand and pulled out a macaroon and stuffed in his mouth.

Rolling his eyes at her antics, Tim crunched upon the macaroon and wrapped his arms around the woman, resting his head on top of hers just sighing. He took in her familiar vanilla scents and the flavours of almond and pistachio macaroon dancing on his tongue. It was like coming home, though it felt strange to now tower over the short woman, he finally felt he could relax. Everything about her was unconditional. He didn’t need to be Timothy Drake (-Wayne). He didn’t need to be (Red) Robin. He didn’t need to be the perfect heir, the perfect student, the perfect vigilante. She was happy with just him.

“M, he has looked after me. He took me in when my parents died. I’m ok.”

“He did an awful job at it. I should have stolen you when you turned up with your suitcase packed too instead of telling you to go back to your ice queen mother.”

Tim didn’t respond and just held her closer as he melted into her hug. The constant buzz of worry he’d learnt to ignore finally quietening.

‘The cold anger his mother showered around the mansion chilled Tim to his core. His mother was fuming. Miss Marinette according to her was a harlot who was trying to weasel her way into the elite, using the Drakes as if they were nothing.

He didn’t understand it, Miss Marinette regularly met her friends with her cultural greeting, she had explained what a la bise was to him. Her friends were really nice to him, often asking him about his interests and what he was up to at kindergarten.

They tease Miss Marinette and about being mother and son when he snuggles into her when he was starting to feel tired, which seemed to be one of the issue of her behaviour at gala’s that Mother had; allowing the Drake heir to act his age, that Miss Marinette didn’t deny or push that he wasn’t her son. None of it made any sense.

Apparently last night was the final straw according to Mother and that Miss Marinette was too ‘loose’ for her son to be around. That her flirting(?) was inappropriate. That too many of socialites spoke to her with a familiar ease which was a detriment to Drake Industries and that she HAD to go.

Tim understood all the words, but it just didn’t make sense.

Asking Mother why she was upset was a HUGE mistake. Telling her that Miss Marinette acted like his mother (as she did based on his understanding, she collected him from school like the other mums, she cooked him dinner, she read to him and put him to bed like all his friends mothers did) was a definite bad move as Mothers frosty glare froze Tim’s soul. Her cruel response was to tell him he was old enough to not require an Au Pair and the coddling anymore that he would be over seen by the housekeeper Mrs Mac instead before sending him to his room.

Creeping down his wing (which he shared which Miss Marinette, the opposite side of the mansion to his parents) Tim peeked through the door crack of Miss Marinette’s and listened to the one-sided conversation as Miss Marinette argued with someone on the phone while chaotically throwing items into her bag with a frustrated energy.

“This is your fault!!”

“Because it is!!”

“Ignore me! Like you’ve done so for years!”

“Yes!!! I’ve lived here that long and manged to slip you’re notice and now you owe me this big time.”

“I didn’t need you to know.”

“That was the past!”

“Misma, haven’t you noticed the change?”

“Yeah - not all your doing you lycra clad baguette!!”

“... it’s gonna get worse now too...”

“I can’t!”

“Why?! You’re asking me why?! Oh, mille feuille! Because I’m being fired because of you and your interfering nosy face!”

“I can’t B. Not unless I want to be blocked and banned.”

“They have influence too. And given I worked for them and the field they work in, I’m pretty sure that they have that upper hand. Given my task, I just - I can’t risk it.”

“... I’m not going to misuse them, especially after everything. What’s happened happened. It’s set in stone, this has to happen now and it's all your fault!”

“Can you promise me, please. I wouldn’t asked unless I had to. As one last favour for old time sakes.”

“I love him. Please. Keep an eye on him, please. I need to know he’s safe.”

“He’s my son in all the ways that matter. Please Bruce.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask for.”

Tim watched as she ended the call and throw the phone on the bed and put her face in her hands. The soft sobs that echoed around the room sent his stomach twisting. She cared for him. She wanted him safe. She was making sure that someone, even at a distance, was going to look out for him. Even if she didn’t work for his parents. None of his memories of love were fake. She truly cared. Insisting a Bruce looked out for him.

Based on the previous night, Bruce was likely to be Bruce Wayne who had slipped into his parent’s conversation. They had insisted Tim played Timothy Drake to meet some of the investors of D.I, so Miss Marinette stood in the background waiting and ready to take him away once he had performed his purpose. When they were distracted, Bruce had whisked Miss Marinette onto the dance floor.

He knew his mother was angry that Miss Marinette had left her station so that Mother had had to deal with Tim for that one dance, but it really wasn’t Miss Marinette’s fault, she could hardly refuse the gala’s host a dance. Tim understood his mother upset that Miss Marinette’s outfit had stolen some of the gossip attention to begin with. She was fuming that there were more whispers about Mr Wayne dancing with the help. The comments on how Tim’s dark hair and blue eyes matched the dancing pairs seemed to have her narrowing her eyes and gritting her teeth.

Almost as quickly as the tears came, Miss Marinette’s stopped, as she took a huge sigh and forlornly looking around the room and restarted to pack again. Biting his lip, Tim’s body felt wrong, a whole set of unease settled in him so slipped away to his room to muse.

In his room, Tim sat on his bed wrapping the blanket Miss Marinette had made him and stared into space. All the warmth and stuff he cared about within the room came from Miss Marinette. The bestest, softest blanket. The stars positioned in real constellations on his ceiling. The books that he was actually interested in and not what his parents thought he should be interested in. Actual toys, to play and use. Everything that made it feel like a home rather than a museum the rest of the house felt like.

Tim’s mother may think that he was too old to have an Au Pair, but he didn’t feel like that. He liked having someone to talk to who listened to him about his day. Who encouraged his interests (and knew what they were). He didn’t want to live in an empty museum by himself. Father had said she had until this evening to leave, which meant if Tim moved now, he’d be able to pack a suitcase too with all his key possessions and join Miss Marinette. Mother and Father shouldn’t mind since they were never around. It’d also make Mrs Mac’s life easier too.

With his decision made, Tim smiled to himself as he got to work.’

“I wanted to go with you. You were more a mother to me than she was.”

“Hmmmf! Should have got Fe to look into rules about me adopting you instead. Then I wouldn’t have to have asked an idiot to do instead.”

Tim glanced over her head to see Felix and Batman approach the group. Batman waved the other hero families away indicating he had it handled, wanting them to focus on the villains they’d just taken down. His siblings on the other hand were curiously watching the events pan out. He was sure if they could get popcorn they would have by now and watch like the rubberneckers they were.

“It was nice that the person leaving me didn’t want to go for once.”

“Oh mon Chou!” Marinette pulled back and looked at him, “They hurt you didn’t they. *He’s* hurt you too, all of them. I’m sorry I left you sweetheart. I’m not going to leave you this time.”

She pulled him further into her arms if it was possible, the pair sharing the pain of leaving but slowly healing.

‘His bags were all packed just like how his parents usually had them. Tim, with care, took them down the stairs to the grand entrance and placed them next to Miss Marinette’s surreptitiously. His parents would never notice the small cases with the rest of Miss Marinettes belongings.

With Marinette coming down the stairs with her last bag, Tim ran and launched himself into her arms holding her close. Her hugs always felt like home. Her floral perfume never managed to hide the smells of freshly baked treats. The thought of having them and being with her permanently sent a small thrill down him.

“I’ll miss you mon Chou. I promise that I’ve asked someone to keep an eye on you and I will come back as soon as I possibly can. I don’t want to leave you. Never my bebe.”

“Timothy! This behaviour is unacceptable. Come stand with me and your father and unhand that woman.”

His mother spat out with such hostility that Tim flinched at her words, clinging tightly to the one person he knew solidly cared for him.

“Oh darling, mon tresor, you need to let go. I love you darling, but I can’t take you. I don’t want to leave you bebe, but I have to. Please, mon Chou, you have to go back to your parents.”

Tim shook his head into Miss Marinette’s shoulder, tears silently streaming down his face as he felt her breathe hitch and body shake as she tried to supress her own threatening tears.

“Timothy!”

He felt the claw like hands reach his shoulder and wrench him away from Miss Marinette. His mother towering over the pair in full icy glory. Her nails dug into his skin she tore him further apart to stand near his father. Miss Marinette carefully and ‘apparently’ calmly stood with dignity and gazed at his parents, her eyes softening when she met Tim’s own watery blue eyes.

“Thank you for allowing me to work for you both. Timothy is a wonderful child, and I will miss him. Goodbye!”

His parents held a firm grip on Tim as he sobbed watching his maman pack her bags into a waiting taxi and drive away.’

“Marinette, my Duchess, you’re not adopting strays. This one has a home already.”

“But Feeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Shifting her hands up to his head, Marinette pulled Tim down and kissed his forehead in her motherly fashion before letting go to look at Felix with a pout. Tim held a tender grin upon his face at her behaviour reminiscent of how he remembered her being. His regular tension easing into a relaxed stance more akin to what he was like all those years ago.

“Sup Replacement. Gonna explain what’s happening?”

The laser sharp look Red Hood got from his comment from the woman in question had him gulping as her aura screamed protective mama bear. Having met many of those in crime alley, he took a step back as could predict what a powered up one could do. Nightwing moved subtly, along with Robin to support Hood in case things went sour.

“Oh right, well, ummm, guy’s I’d like you to meet Miss Marinette or M, my Au Pair before my parents fired her due to B interacting with ‘the help’. She stole the show upsetting them.”

“...”

Tim sighed at his siblings' blank faces as they tried to understand what he was saying. Was it really that hard to read between the lines? They had all experienced Gotham’s elite and socialites' shark-like behaviour. Just because Bruce was not like that doesn’t mean they hadn’t seen the cut throat nature that occurred.

“My Mother didn’t like to be upstaged. M could do that with ease, grace and have the elite and business partners eating out her hand without even realising it. Mother hated that she worked hard to get that kinda respect and well, M is just M. That gala was her final straw.”

“Lies, mon Chou. I worked for it. I just was in Gotham while she globe-trotted making it easier to make those connection.”

Before Tim could reply and sing M’s praises further and probably fall into a disagreement of each of them singing other’s strengths. Felix placed a calming hand on Marinette’s shoulder as Batman who was brooding in the background deflated for some reason.

“Nice to meet you again Timothy. I must say you’ve grown into a formidable man. Wayne Enterprise got incredibly luck with you at the helm.”

“Fe, shhh, I’m stealing him. I need Max so I can ferry him away and go … chat... with Alfred and Bruce.”

Felix raised his eyebrow at her comment while Batman gulped in a very unlike Bruce or Batman like manner.

“Really now. And how are you planning to steal a very prominent and public figure?”

“Same way I did Adri, with love and affection while obliterating the opposition by tearing them a new one!”

“Ahh yes, fighting words again. Should I be worried by the Bat’s heart eyes on you again.”

“No love, he’s a flirt and doesn’t know what’s good for him until he’s lost it. So, *I’m gonna make him understand*”

“... La... *cough* Marinette...”

Bruce (as despite being dressed as Batman, was very much in a Bruce headspace) look flustered and worried. Tim took pity on Bruce remembering the strange lingering gaze he gave him and Marinette at the gala, remembering the strange fondness for ladybirds in the garden and his current Bruce-man state.

“You don’t have to do that M. I... I know my value, my place.”

Felix looked at Tim sharply now and his siblings with Bruce making a choking noise with a critical eye before nodding to himself. Nightwing shared a concerned look with Signal and Blackbat at Bruce-man's behaviour, hoping they had a clue as to what was happening. Felix pressed a gentle kiss into Marinettes hair with a frown aimed at Bruce.

“I’ll be back with Max my love.”

“Not to be a downer or anything but could someone tell me what is happening?”

“Spoiler, umm, this is M my ex au pair. B got her in trouble, so my parents fired her. I tried to go with her, had a suitcase packed and everything. When my parents said to say goodbye, I did it to them and ran to M asking if she needed help getting our suitcases to the car... my parents didn’t take it too well...”

“Your parents are not parents mon Chou. They’re DNA doners and I’m doing right from my mistake back then.”

“Mistake?”

“M want’s to take me with her properly this time. And doesn’t have my Mother to grab and pulling me away.”

“Tim, sweetheart, why didn’t you say any of this when you first came to the manor?”

“Because you knew B. I knew M asked you to keep an eye on me, so it wasn’t hidden. I never needed to sneak out to take pictures or be Robin, my parents weren’t there. You must have known this, you promised her on the phone you’d be there.”

Bruce let out further pained noise as Marinette lips tightened at his unsettled expression.

“You didn’t know about the child abuse. Despite the fact I tipped you off. YOu, YOu, Croissant!!!! Abandonment and neglect!! Come on now Bruce!!”

“I check if he was ok at every gala he went too and took him in after his mother died and his father was in a coma, Mare... And I tried to put him off being Robin. I knew you’d not like that, but Alfred kept encouraging it.”

Marinette growled a deep angry sound as two portals appeared next to her. She grabbed Tim, pulling him into another quick hug, and she shoved him to one of the portals into the arms of a red headed woman with a man with headphones and another blonde male. Before the portal closed another Asian looking woman stepped out. Everyone bar Marinette and Bruce tensed.

“Felix suggested I came with you before you blow a gasket Mari-hime.”

“Ta, Kagami.”

Marinettes hands shook as she breathed heavily though her nose trying to centre herself as Tim’s portal closed leaving a concerned bat family, a calm cold woman and a hot head woman trying to calm down from being on a warpath.

“Alya, Nino and Sunshine are looking after the boy. Plagg wanted to join you with Tikki but Felix is banning him. Something about you being trouble as a cat and likely to cause too much destruction.”

“Hmmm, probably right. Did you grab any more macaroons Gami?”

Kagami passed Marinette a box which she slipped into her purse before rounding her attention to the remaining bat family who were in a defensive stance waiting on Batman’s commands, though the glances sent they sent to Nightwing suggested that most seemed to think that Bruce was compromised.

“You’re a complete unproven loaf Bruce! Child soldiers really?! After everything I told you and Alfred! You should be ashamed.”

“Marinette! They chose this life, I tried to stop them and when it failed, I trained them so at least I could keep an eye on them like you asked me too. I’m tried! I promise.”

“Your promises mean nothing at the moment. I filled my side of our agreement! I’ve stopped Gotham sinking further from afar since you caused me to leave. I helped stop the end of the world (again) and kept the balance and you can’t even look after a small collection of children.”

“Haaaa, small collection, he has an adoption problem lady!”

“So does Mare, she has a habit of adopting emotionally stunted rich kids as siblings to mother...” Kagami tilted her head at the Batman, “except this one it seems.”

“I do not!”

“Agreste, Graham de Vanily, Culpa, Bourgeois, Couffaine-Stone, Kante, Myself... now Drake.”

Spoiler looked at Hood raising her eyebrows in growing concern as to what was happening. By now it was just them left in a fully non damaged park, with the Supers taken the remaining villains back to the Watchtower with the Wonders escorting them and Speedster, Arrows and Green Lanterns taken off elsewhere now. They were trained experts as a family, and the ‘last resort’ had just stolen one of their own, but they had no support in it went wrong, and despite these two looking non-threatening, they had seen how dangerous they could be just earlier.

“Luka’s not stunted!”

“He communicates with music and not words.”

“... fine! I don’t agree but that’s not the point! This, this baguette is dense! Bruce! Round your family into the portal, we’re going back to your emo den. We’re due a conversation, and this one needs to be done with Alfred, about being the ADULTS and about PARENTING! Just cos mob bosses and villains wearing fancy dress seem to be your focus doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t pay attention to the experiences of the average Gothamite. Sheesh! With how many baby soldiers you’ve created I sure you could have had one specialising in child endangerment!”

“I like her!”

Bruce grunted at Hood’s comment, knowing his son was smirking underneath his helmet, but signalled to his family to walk through the portal back to the Batcave, dreading the impending dress down he was about to receive. Bruce could see Spoilers eyes dancing with humour since the cat comment had been dropped and Robin eyeing him suspiciously with eyes darting between him, Marinette and the siblings that seemed to reflect similarities to the older pair. Hopefully the dressing down will distract them from the ribbing and challenge they may pose.

“And speaking of balance.”

“We’ve not spoken of balance Marinette.”

“Shh, I’m talking Bruce, I know you try and actually do a lot of good, but you do realise that being morally grey sometimes would help solve some of the misma issues you know.”

Jason’s head turned back to look out of the portal at Bruce and Marinette with focused interest as Bruce was ushered through by Marinette with Kagami leading the rear.

“Marinette... please...”

“Just saying, maybe a few... mmm... extreme fancy dress monsters removed would help balance the city out a little more. Less loss of those considered good to balance the bad?”

Kagami laughed at Bruce’s distressed expression, knowing that Marinette was deliberately prodding him as her mother henning feelings hadn’t really subsided with all the young vigilantes around. Her strong opinion of parenting never really fades after all the mess Gabriel and Fu caused. He maybe the Bat, their past meant nothing to her if he went against her own morale code, Kagami predicted all hell was about to be let loose. As the portal closed, whispers of a shout could faintly be heard.

“Can she adopt me too!”

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